Chapter 103 Hug
Jiang Qingying skipped work in the afternoon and didn't go to the company. Lu Jinyuan had very important work to do, and after she repeatedly confirmed and almost pushed him out of the house, the clingy CEO of Lu Corporation finally left reluctantly.
Nan Chun didn't have an appetite for lunch, so Jiang Qingying didn't force her. After she woke up from her nap, she asked Aunt Mei to make some food and bring it to her.
After resting, Nan Chun was in much better condition. Jiang Qingying looked at her for a long time before asking, "What are you planning to do next?"
Nan Chun paused in her porridge-drinking motion, her eyes gradually darkening, before finally putting the porridge back into her mouth after a long while.
"I don't know. Should I clarify things? Or go public with my relationship with Liang Xiqi? Or perhaps go along with my father's wishes and marry Liang Yuanbei?"
Jiang Qingying was also heavy-hearted. Given Nan Chun's current situation, no matter what she did, it wouldn't be a perfect solution.
"Is that even possible?" Jiang Qingying asked directly. "You'd be willing to marry Liang Yuanbei?"
"Of course I don't want to." Nan Chun raised her eyes, her tone unusually calm. "Liang Yuanbei doesn't really want to marry me either."
Jiang Qingying frowned, a thought suddenly forming in her mind.
The Nan family business is now teetering on the brink of collapse, like a wooden house burned by fire, ready to crumble at the slightest breeze. Nan Chun's father wants her to marry into the Liang family, hoping to save the Nan family business this way. Although it's a marriage alliance with the Liang family, and Liang Qiqi is a member of the Liang family and the eldest son, he's a carefree filmmaker who has never participated in any of the Liang Group's affairs. Therefore, if Nan Chun is to marry, she can only marry Liang Yuanbei, the second son who holds power within the Liang family.
Just from listening to Nan Chun's last words, I had a gut feeling that something was amiss.
"Did Liang Yuanbei release the news of the marriage alliance?" Jiang Qingying guessed.
It's so refreshing to talk to smart people; with just a simple sentence, they can get the gist of what's going on.
Nan Chun smiled and nodded, saying, "Not only was it him who spread the news of the marriage alliance, but he also exposed my relationship with Liang Qiqi."
Jiang Qingying knew that Liang Qiqi and Liang Yuanbei had never gotten along, so she guessed that this whole thing was orchestrated by Liang Yuanbei himself, simply to make Liang Qiqi unhappy.
When Nan Chun saw Jiang Qingying's sour face, she felt like Jiang Qingying was about to hold a knife to Liang Yuanbei's neck.
"Don't be so angry. It's not worth it to hurt yourself and the baby."
"Where did Liang Qiqi go?" Jiang Qingying suddenly remembered this character.
Why isn't he here again?
“He’s filming in the mountains, isolated from the world. Things outside don’t reach him.” Nan Chun looked dejected and listless. “I don’t want him to know either.”
"You're deliberately hiding it from me." Jiang Qingying met her gaze. "Are you afraid..."
Nan Chun was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, I'm afraid that he will go home and fight Liang Yuanbei for power because of me."
The topic grew increasingly heavy as the conversation progressed, and the bedroom remained silent for a long time.
Just as Jiang Qingying was about to tell her not to think about anything and to rest properly, she heard her murmur.
"He doesn't belong to the world of fame and fortune; he's a free artist, born to be in film."
Jiang Qingying understood Nan Chun's thoughts. On the surface, she was a gentle and understanding girl, but in reality, her aloofness kept everyone at arm's length. She didn't want to owe anyone anything, and she didn't want anyone to sacrifice themselves for her.
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Jiang Qingying asked.
Nan Chun smiled nonchalantly.
Jiang Qingying then said directly, "Actually, given your family's situation, a marriage alliance won't revive the Nan family. The best way is to declare bankruptcy, pay compensation, and leave the remaining assets for your parents to enjoy their retirement, as well as for your younger brother who is still in college, which should be enough for him to squander."
Nan Chun lowered his head and remained silent.
Jiang Qingying reached out and patted her shoulder, saying gently, "But I guess Chairman Nan is unwilling to do this. After all, it is the family business he has guarded all his life. Even if the outcome is obvious, he still wants to risk everything this once."
Nan Chun sighed deeply, her eyes reddening. "I've known since I was little that I'm a pawn, a gift to please others. When I was young, I had to win their favor, but when I grew up, I couldn't escape an arranged marriage."
“Other people’s marriages make the sum of their lives greater than the sum of its parts.” Nan Chun laughed at herself. “But my marriage will only make my already miserable and rotten life even more rotten and stinking.”
Jiang Qingying said irritably, "Don't be so pessimistic. Don't you still have Liang Qiqi?"
"I don't dare to think about what he'll do when he finds out." Nan Chun tilted her head back listlessly, looking utterly hopeless.
"But..." Jiang Qingying hesitated to continue.
Nan Chun added for her, "But he'll find out sooner or later."
Nan Chun released her strength and lay down on the sofa. The bright sunlight made her face look pale and colorless. She closed her eyes, and her thick, curled eyelashes drooped down, but they kept trembling.
She was trying her best not to cry.
Jiang Qingying was also feeling bad. She sat down next to her, put her arm around her shoulder and hugged her, gently patting her back. Nan Chun held Jiang Qingying, her thin back trembling, and words slipped from her lips.
"I like him so much, but...it's precisely because I like him so much that I can't...drag him down with me."
Jiang Qingying felt a mix of emotions. At this moment, the more she said, the more her emotions would break down. The only thing she could do was hold her and silently comfort her.
After Nan Chun cried herself to sleep and fell asleep again, Jiang Qingying quietly left.
Although Jiang Qingying skipped work this afternoon, she still had work to do. After leaving Nan Chun's room, she went to the study to work.
The afternoon passed quickly. Just as I finished the important work, Lin Tingwan's messages bombarded me.
Jiang Qingying was too lazy to read her dozen or so sixty-second voice messages, so she called her directly. Before she could even open her mouth, the other end spoke first.
"Qingying, I've already booked my ticket back to China."
Lin Ting was in Paris taking wedding photos during this time; if she remembered correctly, she had only been there for less than two days.
"You finished your wedding photos so quickly?"
"That's it, we only took half of the photos." Lin Tingwan was also a little frustrated at this moment. "But how can I care about taking wedding photos? I called Nan Chun so many times but her phone was off. I was so anxious I jumped up!"
Hearing Song Mingxu reassuring Lin Tingwan on the other end of the phone, Jiang Qingying couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, Nan Chun is at my house now, she's safe."
"Is she in a bad mood?"
"Um."
Lin Tingwan thought and thought, but she didn't have any ideas of her own, and she had to rely on Jiang Qingying to make many decisions.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Don't even mention it, there's nothing I can do either." Jiang Qingying sighed. "After all, this is Nan Chun's family and private matter, and it's not appropriate for us to interfere. We can only stay by her side."
Lin Tingwan hummed in agreement twice, "Anyway, I've already booked my flight, and I'll arrive tomorrow."
Jiang Qingying responded, looked up and saw Lu Jinyuan standing outside the study door. She glanced at him, then said to Lin Tingwan on the phone, "That's all for now, I'm hanging up."
"Oh, okay."
After dialing the number, Lu Jinyuan, with his suit jacket draped over his wrist and his phone in his other hand, casually approached her step by step.
When he stood in front of Jiang Qingying, he met her raised face. There was a hint of sorrow between her brows, which made his heart ache. He was about to speak when he heard her voice, which was unusually soft and coquettish.
"hug."
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